Blissful Life Poem by neethu philip

I met an old man, on my way, Trembled in the fierce ofcold,
He belongs to the street, where no one cares.
Stretched out his hands, begging for hope
Twinges of sorrow……
I ruminate over how much bliss he was,
to have a single penny in his pocket.
Grateful to God for his day,
Waiting for the nature to call him back
All these days, I fooled myself…………….
A veil layout my life …
I struggled myself to find out happiness,
I blamed myself for no reason..
Life overwhelmed with rage,
A single zit on my face made me upset,
Put myself through the twinge…
At the instant, unveil my life ….
Equate myself with him, came to know
How blessed I am…….